The man lead Lukahn and Edward through the small boat. He
looked proud of it.
     "Like the ship?" he asked them.
     "Ship?" Edward said. "Hardly. I wouldn't even call this
worthy of transportation." The bright look on the man's face
disappeared.
     "Edward!" Lukahn scolded. "You may have grown up in royalty,
but there were, and still are, many more people less fortunate
than you!" Lukahn could tell that the man's feelings were hurt.
     "Don't worry 'bout it." the man said. Lukahn could tell he
was not lying now. "It might be all I got now, but one day, I
will own a great airship. I've been dreaming 'bout it ever since
I saw one flyin' through the air."
     "You lie no more?" Lukahn questioned.
     "I guess it was Zozo." Edward added. The man had a puzzled
look on his face. "What I'm saying is that now that you're out of
Zozo, you're not lying." Then he added "As much at least!"
     "Well..." the man exclaimed as he untied the rope that was
keeping the boat from floating away. He began to steer northward
"Where am I takin' you, again?"
     "How about where the king resides?" Edward asked.
     "Figaro Island?" the man said. "Well, that is where the king
WAS last anyone seen him, I believe. But I don't think he's been
there lately."
     "Are you originally from Zozo?" Lukahn asked the man.
     "No." he replied. "I came from Jidoor. I left when there was
rumors of a battle to be fought there."
     "Lukahn, " said Edward, "that is where Carrick was heading.
Right?"
     "No. That is where we were heading. Remember, you followed
me up to Zozo?"
     "Yeah, but when we last saw him, he was going to Jidoor. I
hope he didn't become part of the battle!"
     "Oh, you know Carrick. He's probably survived in better
shape than anyone else." Lukahn said this, but he was a bit
worried too.
     "Figaro Island..." the man said. "In the distance men." He
piloted towards the island, heading straight for the desert.
     "Have you ever been in an airship?" Edward asked the man.
     "No." he answered. "Have you?"
     "Yes!" Lukahn chimed in, cutting off Edward. "Trust me, you
are not missing much." He then gave Edward a look that said
'let's not get his hopes too high.'
     When the boat hit the shore of Figaro Island, Lukahn jumped
out. He felt a great presence on the island... a royal
presence. 'Can it be?' he thought. 'It feels like... back home,
when I would visit... Coneria?'
     "Thank you for your services." Edward said as he climbed out
of the boat. "We're in your debt, but we have no money."
     "Don't worry about it." he said. "I won't take your
precious stone." he said with a half smile. "I figure I'll be
headin' back to Zozo. And then from there I'll go to Jidoor. See
ya'!" He started to paddle, to get the boat moving. After a few
seconds, he looked back and waved.
     "Strange that Zozo can break someone as good hearted as
him," Lukahn said. "Well, we're on a royal island."
     Lukahn remembered his vision of the name Edgar. The demons
were no longer there.